Next Train…

Sheringham Rail Station: 5th July 2019

Here’s a clock that’s anachronistic. The station, part of the Poppy Line which runs services … with steam-pulled trains … along the North Norfolk coast, is kitted out in the fashions of its day. I thought it apt for the title In Good Time

For details of #2019picoftheweek challenge see MariaAntonia

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CCC37: Pretty Lady

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #37

Pretty lady on the beach
Pretty lady out of reach
Hidden beneath the brolly, shaded
Hidden, with her fake tan faded

Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #37

#CCC37

Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

Here are some suggestions:

  • An answering photo
  • A cartoon
  • A joke
  • A caption
  • An anecdote
  • A short story (flash fiction)
  • A poem
  • A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
  • An essay
  • A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

  • Your creative offering is indeed yours
  • Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.

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The Black Art of Pancake Threading

Image by Domastic on Pixabay

‘Blinking heck, Julie, I love my job, I really do…’

‘But?’ Kezlia’s friend prompted, the wine glass pushed encouragingly close to her nail-picking fingers.

‘Why’d they think cos I can organise a show that I can judge it too? Babies, cars, tattoos…’

‘You did very well at that Tattoos and Blues.’

‘Yea, but art is art, whether on skin or canvas. And Mr Bloody Body Beautiful.’

‘You could have called on me to judge, I wouldn’t have minded.’

Kezlia ignored her. ‘And now the Black Art of Pancake Threading. What do I know about that?’

95 words: Judge

Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

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What Pegman Saw: The Great Inland Sea

Image by Domenic Perre on Google Maps: Loxton

‘Ain’t no sea inland, big nor small. I told him, but he didn’t listen to me.’

No, he’d seen the way the rivers ran westward. But why westward when the sea lay to east? To Captain Charles Sturt the answer was simple. The rivers must disgorge in a Great Inland Sea. And so, equipped for an expedition through hostile country, supplies all carried in a double-prowed boat, he made his journey, summer of 29-30, westward, ever westward.

‘But he didn’t find no sea?’

‘Nah. But he might’ve done if there’d not been a drought that season. Bogs up, up there; floods and does. But he did discover where all those westward rivers run. Into the Murray and out to sea.’


Wordcount 120

Written for What Pegman Saw: Loxton, Australia

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Sunday Picture Post: Foxglove, an ornamental native

Foxglove: 15th July 2019, Mousehold Heath, Norfolk

The epitome of the cottage garden, this showiest of native flowers isn’t, as you might think, named for the fox. Nope, no fox ever wore these on its fingers. It is named for German botanist Leonhard Fuchs.

A pretty flower… pretty lethal. Ingestion causes nausea, diarrhoea, drooling, abnormal heart rate, weakness, collapse, tremors, seizures… and death. But it also makes the eyes dilate, and so precious ladies in ages past used it to snaggle a mate. With that list of symptoms, it won’t surprise you to learn it’s the source of digitalin, a group of medicines used for heart problems.

 

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Retired…

I puzzled my head over what to photograph for the #2019picoftheweek title Road Worthy. Then, while taking my camera for a walk, I came across these …

tractor tyres, retired: 3rd May 2019

For details of #2019picoftheweek challenge see MariaAntonia

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CCC36: Part of the Wide Blue Sea

Crimson’s Creative Challenge

I heard my old home call to me
From across the wide blue sea
‘Twas time for me to set sail again
Across that wide blue sea

I heard my fair lass call to me
From across the wide blue sea
‘Twas time for me to cast off again
And sail the wide blue sea

I heard my old Ma call to me
From across the wide blue sea
‘Twas time for me to return to her
Across the wide blue sea

I slipped my moorings, cast my lot
Tillered my boat o’er a storm-ridden sea
Prayed I’d survive though I knew I’d not
Now I’m part of the wide blue sea

Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #36

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #36

#CCC36

Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

Here are some suggestions:

  • An answering photo
  • A cartoon
  • A joke
  • A caption
  • An anecdote
  • A short story (flash fiction)
  • A poem
  • A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
  • An essay
  • A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

  • Your creative offering is indeed yours
  • Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.


The photo was taken aboard the Mincarlo, the only surviving sidewinder trawler of the Lowestoft fishing fleet. Built 1961.

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Pour Me a Guinness

Merry Christmas
Pour me a Guinness
What, are you leaving before you finish?
You bet, there are limits.
But I’m gutted, my heart you diminish
What do you want me to do? Grimace?

Wordcount 33

Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

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